It was certainly nice to be helpful. He liked being able to help--he just preferred it to be when he wasn't so easy to knock over. She was holding onto him and it took all of his strength to keep her aloft as they wandered from the hall toward the hospital wing. The talking helped--he didn't really have to think about how hard it was to keep going.
"Oh," he answered quietly in response, his grip on her tightening a little. A lot, actually. Remus suddenly felt protective--like he needed to keep her out of and away from any kind of trouble. Like she needed someone to keep an eye on her. "For how long, if you don't mind me asking?" He also made a mental note to ask her home for the holidays--if she wanted to--if no one else was going to invite her.
But she was checking on the dog again, who was following them if only out of obligation to keep an eye on the big bad wolf carrying his master. "He's certainly an interesting color."